This post is not really about photography.
Well, not only.
I want to take wonderful freeze-frame photos of birds in flight. You know the kind of thing, I’m sure. I mean, how hard can it be?
Well, pretty hard. Those pesky things are far away and/or moving fast. Or both, dagnab it. And so I have a large and growing category: fuzzy birds in flight.
So I figured I’d work out the evident kinks in my technique by practicing on water birds with their wings flared. At least there I should be able to get stunning photos: beautiful birds, great light, lovely angles, no distracting background. You know the kind of thing, I’m sure. I mean, how hard can it be? Well, pretty hard.
Sometimes the birds are just too far away.
Sometimes the flare happens too fast for me to get anything into focus.
Sometimes I get the bird’s body in focus but the wings are a non-artistic blur, moving faster than my selected shutter speed (or the fastest speed possible given the amount of light – it isn’t always about me).
And sometimes the focus is OK but the wings are caught in a sub-optimal position. Booooring.
So when I get decent results, even with a common bird in an artificial pond, I’m thrilled.
I’m also puzzled.
Have I let my standards slide inappropriately, accepting an average result just because it’s hard to get the stunning result? You know, being lazy?
Am I being realistic about what I can achieve, given how hard this challenge is? You know, being sensible?
Or am I gradually preparing myself to face tougher challenges: honing my craft, as it were? You know, being ambitious?
No, this post is not really about photography.
Well, not only.